The change in Feng Wuchen's aura was very subtle, faintly discernible and indistinct.
Perhaps only the Demon Monarch could sense the subtle change in Feng Wuchen's aura.
The Demon Monarch's expression changed slightly.
"This indistinct aura actually gives people a kind of deterrence. Is this divine power?" The Demon Monarch was shocked.
"Anger is indeed the best medicine to stimulate one's potential. This change in aura means that the divine power in Feng Wuchen's body has begun to awaken. It seems that this Demon Monarch did not waste his time in vain. This half a year was worth it." The Demon Monarch began to feel ecstatic.
With the appearance of this subtle aura, the Demon Monarch knew that his goal had been achieved.
The extremely furious Feng Wuchen, whose mind was filled with hatred and resentment, did not notice the subtle change in his body at all, let alone the change in his aura.
In his blood-red eyes, besides killing intent and hatred, there was even more unwillingness and humiliation.
Feng Wuchen only wanted to destroy the Demon Monarch and beat him up to vent his anger.
"Feng Wuchen, don't disappoint this Demon Monarch." The Demon Monarch smiled evilly, and then his figure disappeared as if he had never appeared.
The blood demon and the three demon souls also turned into black mist and left.
The ancient power had been obtained, and Long Tianzhan and the others were all heavily injured. There was no need for the Demon Monarch to stay.
"Brother Feng, are you okay?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked in a low voice, her jade hand holding Feng Wuchen's arm. From Feng Wuchen's eyes and ferocious face, Ling Xiaoxiao could deeply feel the unwillingness and anger in Feng Wuchen's heart.
Feng Wuchen had walked through so many storms, so many life and death situations, but he had never felt so powerless and frustrated.
The light touch immediately woke Feng Wuchen from his anger.
"I'm fine." Feng Wuchen shook his head slightly, his blood-red eyes gradually retreating, and he forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.
Feng Wuchen's anger gradually dissipated, and that subtle aura also disappeared.
"Alliance Master, the Demon Race will attack the Dragon Temple in three days. What should we do?" Sect Master Xing Tian asked worriedly. It was mainly because Long Tianzhan and Wild Leopard were heavily injured that Xing Tian was so worried.
Yun Youzi frowned deeply and shook his head, "With our strength, we can no longer resist the attack of the Demon Clan. Blood Demon and the three souls alone are enough to destroy our Dragon Temple."
"Then what should we do?" Yun Youzi's words made everyone feel even more despair and fear.
"Either way, we're going to die! What was there to be afraid of? Let's fight it out with them! "Liu Qingyang roared.
"That's right! At worst, he would just die! After three days, kill as many as you can! "Ye Tianwei shouted.
"Fight to the death! Let's fight to the death! "The Crimson Emperor and the others roared furiously. Their morale soared, and their blood boiled. They didn't fear sacrificing themselves.
Although there were not many people, their loud and clear voices resounded throughout the fragmented space of the Dragon Clan.
However, they knew in their hearts that this was merely self-consolation. Who wouldn't be afraid of death?
Facing such a terrifying Demon Race, knowing that they were no match for them, they would still fight to the death. This was a battle for their dignity.
"…" Long Tianzhan's face was dispirited and powerless. Perhaps he knew better than anyone how terrifying the Demon King's strength was.
The Dragon Clan's people, as well as the heavily injured Feng Tianhun and the others, were also filled with despair and resignation.
They had completely lost this battle.
The Demon King's strength was too terrifying. Now that he had absorbed nine types of ancient powers, no one was his match.
"I have a good place to go." Just as everyone was in despair, Feng Wuchen suddenly spoke.
Feng Wuchen's words caused the entire place to fall silent. Everyone's gaze immediately turned to Feng Wuchen.
Feng Wuchen said, "The Dragon Temple, the Dragon Clan, and the Rakshasa Clan are not safe. The only safe place is the West Sea, which is the territory of the West Sea Sect."
Hearing this, Wang Jiuchong frowned and said, "The West Sea Sect and our continent are mortal enemies. I'm afraid they won't accept us."
"The continent is facing a crisis of death. We can't care about these rules. The Demon King has given an order, and it won't change. We need time to recover, and I also need time to cultivate in seclusion," Feng Wuchen said in a low voice.
Feng Wuchen still had the last Amber Pill. No matter what, he had to give it a try.
"But if we do that, we will definitely implicate the West Sea Sect," Tian Xianzi said.
Feng Wuchen said, "The Demon Race's claws will extend to the West Sea sooner or later. Now, one more force means one more chance of victory."
"Temple Lord's words make sense. Plus, the West Sea Sect's Luo Tianfeng might not reject us," Crimson Emperor agreed.
"What if he rejects us?" someone asked worriedly.
"Then we'll die together," Feng Wuchen replied without hesitation. He had already made up his mind.
"Wherever Big Brother Feng goes, we will go!" Liu Qingyang continued.
"Dragon Clan Leader, Senior Ling, what do you think?" Feng Wuchen looked at Long Tianzhan and the others and asked.
Long Tianzhan said solemnly, "If the West Sea Sect doesn't reject us, this is a good idea. At least we can buy some time to recover."
"My Regeneration Divine Art can help you recover completely," Yan Long said.
Ling Muyun nodded slightly and said, "Old Man has no objections."
"If that's the case, let's not delay. Everyone, go back and prepare. After two hours, we will meet at the West Sea," Feng Wuchen said solemnly.
In such a dangerous situation, Feng Wuchen could only give up on the Dragon God Temple.
The West Sea was undoubtedly their last choice.
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Yuntian Palace.
The first thing the Demon King did when he returned to the main hall was to summon the black-robed man.
"Demon King, why are you looking for me so urgently?" The black-robed man entered the main hall and asked in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.
"I have something that I need your help with. I wonder if you are willing," the Demon King looked at the black-robed man and asked with a smile.
"Just say it, Demon King." The black-robed man did not hesitate.
"Today, I have just absorbed the Power of Chaos, the Power of Eternity, the Power of Desolation, and the Power of Desolation. A total of nine types of ancient powers. I heard that absorbing ten types of ancient powers can give birth to a new power that is above the ancient powers," the Demon King said with a smile.
"I have also heard of this legend." The black-robed man nodded slightly.
"The new power does make me curious and look forward to it," the Demon King said with a smile. He kept looking at the black-robed man as if he wanted to see something.
"Then it should be no problem for me to absorb your supreme power, right? No matter how well you hide it, you can't fool me, "the Demon King asked with a smile as he looked at the black-robed man.
"Do I have a choice? If you want it, just take it. "The black-robed man did not panic at all and agreed readily.
"Oh? Is that true? "The black-robed man's straightforward answer surprised the Demon King.
"Absolutely true!" The black-robed man answered with certainty.
The black-robed man knew that if the Demon King wanted it, he could not resist at all. The Demon King was just being polite.
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